When you fall asleep, dream of ships;
they always return…
So does my soul return on the morn
having navigated the “northern sea route”.

When you fall asleep, dream of ships,
because they rid you of the great anger;
with it they smash the ice, and sailing on
they leave it in the depths of the Mariana,
where the worlds of darkness touch…

When you fall asleep don’t worry where I am;
I am already making your coffee,
a refreshment from the voyage,
and you will show me the silk nightgown
that smells of cocoons, old mulberry trees
and the spirits of the eastern sun.

When you fall asleep always dream of ships.
They return…
If once they do not, don’t worry,
I will wait for you at the bottom of the ocean.
To be the nymph’s servant and carry her lantern
where the worlds of darkness touch…